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Me: I’m not giving you a list of names. That is ridiculous.
Spencer: How well do you know these people?
Me: Not well … that is the whole point of going out to drinks with them. You know, to get to know them on a more personal level.
Spencer: How personal?
I’m not even going to justify that question with an answer.
Spencer: Delilah!
Me: Spencer …
Spencer: You didn’t answer my question.
Me: And I’m not going to. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. I have it on good authority that the CEO of this company can get extra growly at times, so the last thing I want to do is piss him off.
Spencer: Too late, he’s pissed.
Spencer: What time is this booze-up? And where is it taking place?
Me: Ugh. After work and at a pub.
Spencer: What pub?
Me: I can’t remember the name.
Spencer: How convenient.
Me: It’s the truth. I can’t.
Spencer: How will you know where to go?
Me: I will walk there with the others. Duh.
Spencer: Don’t sass me, young lady.
Me: Well, stop annoying me then, old man.
Spencer: Never mind, I’ll do some digging and find out where it is. I’ll see you there.
Me: You can’t come … you’re not invited.
Spencer: It’s a public bar, Miss St. James. You can’t stop me.
Me: I’ll never be invited out with them again if I bring the boss along.
Spencer: I’m not opposed to that.
Me: Grrr!
“Knock, knock.”
I look away from my computer and see a pretty lady with flaming-red hair standing in the doorway. “Hi, can I help you?” I ask.
“Delilah, right?” she answers, stepping further into the room.
“Yes.”
